Trains of whole sensed music
That run by my side
Like a butterfly fluttering
By the soft flowing river,
And dancing in my benumbed mind
Raise the emotions that echo again
And tells the tale of a dead lover
Who dwelled in the rain and by fire
Who waited for his only desire
For his heart, to speak to his own.
They carried an air of pain
A flush of smile and love to a mile.
Not just a rhythm and a rhyme
But a full lengthed mime
That ended with tears
Which closed to his bust
In a final act that ended all.
This hush is contained in the music.
And tears engrossed with it's octave,
Making the music dearer
Than just till my ear.